Wife’s friend needed a place to stay (Part 3) [MFF] [Bi F]

The time had come for me to leave for work again. It was a four day trip this time, as most tended to be. Being away for work was never easy, but that was doubly true now. Our sex life was never stale really, but holy shit. Robin knowing it turned me on to imagine her with another woman kicked her into a higher gear. It had become to the point that every opportunity we had without the kids was go time.

There were quickie blowjobs in the pantry while Simone was outside playing with the girls. We fucked in the back seat of her car like high schoolers one night under the cover of going to get ice cream that couldn’t wait another minute. (There was something that couldn’t wait another minute… but ice cream wasn’t it.)

The spark that lit this fire remained in the background, however. Neither of us brought it up again after the night Simone moved in. I was too worried to sound like I wanted someone else in our sex life, and that she might take that personally. I could only imagine why she hadn’t brought it up again, but I had retreated back to a place of waiting for her to make that next step, if she would at all. It might be best to leave it a fantasy, after all. In fantasies, nobody gets jealous, and nobody gets hurt. Everyone plays by the rules as you imagine them, and their rules happen to match. There’s no guarantee of that in reality.

After a fairly uneventful first day of the trip – which is just the way I like them as an airline pilot – the hotel van dropped us off at the hotel. We signed ourselves in, got our keys, and each crew member filed themselves away in their respective rooms.

I changed out of my uniform, and texted Robin that I made it to the hotel. It was about 9 pm Eastern, so she should still be up. I didn’t get an immediate reply. Not unusual, she could still be wrangling a stubborn daughter to sleep. I set my phone on the desk and went to get set up for tomorrow out of my suitcase.

My phone buzzed on the desk behind me. I crossed the room and picked it up. “Robin sent an image” greeted me on the lock screen. I tapped the notification, let it scan my face, and up came the picture. It was her Trampled by Turtles t-shirt, with a nipple casting a little shadow on it atop a mound of her breast underneath. I felt my dick give a little twitch of growth in my boxers in anticipation of what was coming my way. As sexy as this picture was, I know that twitch was in response to those yet to be sent. It wasn’t the first time we’d played this game.

I, somewhat unoriginally, sent the eggplant emoji in response. I’m sure given the opportunity again, I’d have something eloquent to say, but it didn’t happen this time.

“Wish you were here.” She replied.

“Me too. I’d feel better about it if I got to see some more, though.” Winky kiss emoji.

“What do you want to see?”

“I want to see you touch yourself.”

30 seconds or so elapsed, and another picture came. I was already holding my mostly erect penis through my boxers and stroking myself a bit.

The picture was her hand pressing into some flannel pajama pants. Her legs in these pants were together, her hand pressing into the mound in between. I could just imagine how her pussy felt through the flannel, the warmth, and how she would grind her hips in response to the touch. I couldn’t see her fingers past her rings, including the eternity band I had just bought her to complement her wedding set, as they were buried in the heaven between her legs. I stroked myself a little more firmly, still through my boxers. I was fully hard, and I could feel a little bit of pre-cum starting to form on the tip.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Don’t stop.” I sent back. I snapped a picture of my boxers, holding the fabric back a bit so she could see my erect penis underneath. I always felt a little silly sending “dick pics,” but she had confirmed she liked them before, so I sent it.

A little time passed, and I got another picture. It was the flannel pajama pants on the floor in a puddle. This one struck me a bit odd. Obviously it’s a sexy thought that she has no pants on anymore, but this wasn’t really the step up I expected.

“Notice anything?” She asked just after.

The reality of it hit me like a ton of bricks. My stomach fluttered with excitement. I smiled uncontrollably. I couldn’t believe it. Of course! Those were Simone’s pajama pants! I scrolled back through the pictures. Robin’s shirt. Simone’s pants. But who was in them? I couldn’t tell. The pictures were framed such that I couldn’t see any skin other than Robin’s hand. They both had such similar curvy shapes, certainly from the perspective of these pics.

I decided to string her along a bit more, though. I wanted to see where they would go with this.

“You got some new pajamas?” I replied.

Another picture. It was a plain vanilla selfie. Robin smiling mischievously at the camera. Her hair was especially curly, she’d clearly done her “curly girl” routine today. One hand held a half full glass of white wine. Her shirt. She was wearing a plain white v-neck tee. “What about now?” She added.

Knowing the pictures were of Simone brought them to life in a whole new light. It wasn’t Robin’s nipple casting that shadow. It wasn’t Robin’s warm mound her hand was buried in. I could have cum right then and there with a few strokes, but I sure as hell wasn’t done yet.

“Hm… I’m still not sure. “

Another picture. Robin was laying back on the couch. The white v-neck she was wearing was pulled up, showing the large round underside of her breasts, but just covering her nipples. She was holding the shirt in place with her left hand, and her right was buried in her silk night shorts. I was guessing that she was trying to show that she wasn’t the one taking the picture, or maybe the silk shorts were the clue.

I figured this one was obvious enough, It was time to break it all loose.

“I didn’t know Simone liked Trampled by Turtles…” Winky kissy emoji and an eggplant. And then I waited anxiously.

My phone beeped the obnoxious beep of a FaceTime call. I’ve never answered so eagerly.

Robin’s face filled the screen. I could tell the glass of wine she was holding in the picture wasn’t the first. I could tell she was blushing. The distance between us felt immense suddenly. I wanted to pull her face into mine and kiss her.

“Honey,” she started, “your dick looks hot in those boxers.”

“She wasn’t lying about that after all,” Simone added from the background.

“Lying about what?” I teased. Robin was visibly embarrassed.

“Well, now you know I’ve told Simone how much I like your cock,” she said.

“My cock likes you, too, honey, it’s ok,” I smiled back.

There was a slightly awkward silence. Robin and I hadn’t had an awkward silence since we started dating. It was exciting. I felt the butterflies in my stomach come to life again.

“So, you’re good with this, yeah?” She asked, more sober than she seemed a moment ago.

I paused to think and be sure. “I am. I so am. More than I think I should be.”

“Okay… so… “

With that, I heard a happy squeak, the picture shook and spun, and when everything settled, I was looking at Robin’s face from above, her curls spilled out around her head on the couch. She was finishing a laugh and smiling. She didn’t say a word, and switched the camera on her phone. The first thing I saw was the top of Simone’s head at the bottom of the screen before Robin adjusted her phone.

Simone was on her hands and knees, her hands on either side of Robin’s waist, having just presumably thrown Robin onto the couch. She was smiling up towards Robin, her straight brown hair in a pony tail again. She still had the t-shirt on, and I could see the impression her big tits hanging down were making on it. Past that, two smooth, tan thighs were visible in between Robin’s knees. I looked down Robin’s pale, familiar thighs, to her silk shorts laying flat on her abdomen. I thought about the times I’d felt those shorts on my face, smelled her through them, and pulled them down to get to her inside them.

“He’s watching?” Simone asked with a smile, looking just past the camera before looking straight at it. I saw Robin’s face for a moment as she flipped the camera to the selfie side again, before turning her phone so Simone could see me.

“Hi Nate,” she said with just a little embarrassment in her voice. “I’m going to do things to your wife now,” and she smiled up at me.

“Show me how it’s done, Simone.” I said back. I was starting to sound more confident.

I had relieved my boxers of their duties and was starting to stroke my penis. There was enough pre-cum dripping from me to lubricate the process, something that hadn’t happened since I was a teenager, I thought.

Simone lifted Robin’s white t-shirt up a bit to expose her midriff. She kissed around her belly button, dragging her tongue from place to place. I heard Robin sigh a soft “mmm” in response.

She reached up to lift the shirt around Robin’s breasts, and the fabric caught a bit on them before giving way, giving me a little drop show of Robins right breast as it did. Simone moved her kissing up between Robins tits, but the angle wasn’t easy for robin to get on the phone, and she dropped her phone hand down by her side as that happened. This gave me an angle of the top of Robins thigh mostly, but behind it, I could see Simone. Caramel toned flesh led out of my wife’s shirt to a little patch of trimmed dark hair. Her bare thighs were rubbing the inside of Robin’s thighs, and it was evident from what I could see the two were enjoying a sensual kiss. For a moment, the phone pointed only at thighs, and then just the couch for a second, then back at their thighs. The mix of pale and tan skin was mesmerizing.

Robin spun the phone around again in her hand, and I could see up to what they were doing. Simone had removed her shirt, and was now completely naked. Her breasts were hanging down, and I saw her small, dark areola and nipples for the first time. Robin’s left hand came into view to cup Simones left breast, and Simone leaned into her in response. The two were lost in each other already, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

I was at a 9.5, and had to take my hand off my cock for a minute.

“One second,” Robin said through a heavy breath, and I watched the phone dart around for a minute, coming to rest on the entertainment center pointing back to the couch. Robin walked back into frame away from the camera, taking her shirt off as she walked. I always loved the way her shoulder muscles looked when she did this, how her back narrowed to her waist, and how I could see the back of her boobs along the way. She spun around, sat back on the couch again, and slid the silk shorts off, tossing them aside.

From the other side of the screen, Simone entered, already totally naked. She stood for a quick moment between the phone and Robin, and I took a moment to take her naked body in. Her ass looked every bit as good as I imagined it would sitting on top of her thighs. Her hips rounded their way up into her waist, and I followed her spine up to a tattoo on her left shoulder blade I never knew she had.

She lifted her right knee onto the couch, and in the brief moment her legs were spread, I saw her pussy lips peeking out, and Robin was in the background smiling at her. Simone brought her left knee to meet the right, and bent over to attend to my wife.

I couldn’t quite see from this angle, but judging by where Simones head was, and the fact that Robin had grabbed her breasts and pushed them together, pinching her nipples, I knew what was happening.

I watched, completely entranced, as Simone worked Robin to orgasm. The entire time, my view was largely Simone’s gorgeous round ass, rocking back and forth to the rhythm with which she was licking Robin’s pussy. I’d catch an occasional glimpse of Simone’s fingers reaching under to stroke her own labia and clit in quick little flicks, before burying her ring and middle finger into her vagina and pulling back out again to circle her clit.

I heard Robin’s telltale shuddering moan that signaled her orgasm had started, and which had been my signal for so many years it was okay to cum, and I did. I came harder than I had in a long time.

Simone looked up over her shoulder, hearing me give in to my orgasm. I could see by the look on her face she had momentarily forgotten I was watching, but that gave way to a smile before she turned back to my wife to give her a sensual kiss, I saw Robin’s hands lightly brushing Simone’s hips as they kissed, and I took a moment to take in how beautiful their closeness and sensuality was.

They broke from their embrace for a moment and Robin walked up to her phone. A satisfied smile was still resting on her face. She lifted it off the entertainment center and held it up. Behind her, Simone was on the couch, clamping her hand between her legs as she worked her pussy, lightly circling her nipples with the middle finger of her free hand.

“How was that?” She winked.

“I’m absolutely fucking speechless honey, you have never been sexier to me. Oh my god.”

“You want to keep watching?”

“I want you to record it and send it to me. Rest assured I’m going to cum again to that later, but for now, I want you to return that favor to Simone and get some good stuff for me.”

“We can do that.” She smiled.

“I love you. I miss you. Go get to work.” I said with a quick flick of my eyebrows.

“I love you, too. Before you go, though… we talked about how you were turned on by the thought of me with another woman, but we didn’t talk about what turns me on.”

“Oh… and what’s that?”

She smiled, and hung up.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kh7mw4/wifes_friend_needed_a_place_to_stay_part_3_mff_bi